Good Lord, How Can The Rich Bear

God Is Action, Complete With Mistakes, Fumblings, Persistence, Agony. God Is Not The Power That Has Found Eternal Equilibrium, But The Power That Is Forever Breaking Every Equilibrium, Forever Searching For A Higher One.

Lions And Lambs, Love And Force, Light And Fire, Good And Evil: All Things Climb The Same Mountain, The Mountain Of God.

Within This Arena, Which Grows More Stable Night After Day, Generations Work And Love And Hope And Vanish. New Generations Tread On The Corpses Of Their Fathers, Continue The Work Above The Abyss And Struggle To Tame The Dread Mystery. How? By Cultivating A Single Field, By Kissing A Woman, By Studying A Stone, An Animal, An Idea.

I Surrender Myself To Everything. I Love, I Feel Pain, I Struggle. The World Seems To Me Wider Than The Mind, My Heart A Dark And Almighty Mystery.

The Heart Unites Whatever The Mind Separates, Pushes On Beyond The Arena Of Necessity And Transmutes The Struggle Into Love.